Lyrics - Living on the Edge
I hurry to write another rhyme,
Before I can’t and run out of time.
Being able to create is quite sublime.
Stopping me now would be a crime.
Getting sick when I was in my prime.
Worried when I’d earn my last dime.
No more mountains that I can climb.
Asked how I’m doing, I just say “fine.”
Take the time.
Is quite sublime.
Living on the Edge.
I have to act now and not just talk.
My time is limited, so says the “Doc.”
I can write music, but have trouble when I walk.
There is no cure. Between a hard place and a rock.
My style may be unorthodox,
What do you expect when I’m watching the clock?
Doing my best, I know I’m not Bach.
Sometimes my music may give you a shock